The Haunted Chamber
Your heart has its haunted chamber,
Where the silent treatment falls,
On the floor are stalking footsteps,
Malicious whispers along the walls.
Though your perfect love is manifold,
This chamber will still persist,
Its lingering hurt and sadness,
Is decreed to always exist.
No matter how you shine and smile,
‘Tis a place of frigid cold,
That now no love, no joy, no care
Can relinquish its endless hold.
Your heart these times is haunted,
By phantoms of our past,
So insidious is the infection
It seems it will always last.
A form sits by your window,
Always in your corner eye,
Waiting and watching all night long
Yet never answering why.
I sit there in the moonlight,
Hatred etched across my face,
And point a blaming finger,
To avoid my own disgrace.
I haunt your heart and memory,
My poison flows yet still,
To remind you of your treachery,
And to scold you for causing me ill.
Each lonely darkened midnight,
You will hear my accusing wail,
The bitter and twisted arguments,
Still remain beyond the pale.
This phantom’s baleful glare,
Seems to absorb and drain your will,
The remembering of torment,
Places in your heart sick chill.
My haunting clouds your remembrance,
All else becomes thin air,
The shadows form and twist now,
So you always see me there.
The knock upon your window pane,
Wrenches your thought from me,
A relentless drumming announcement,
From the gloomy darkened tree.
There stands our oak, rain-slicked, boughs bent,
A place that was sanctuary,
We climbed it often together,
To imagine being free.
Yet now near lifeless monument,
It serves only to torment,
The greying bark and sorest wounds,
Form the night’s empty lament.
I know you look there still each night,
I know you see me there,
The haunting of your aching heart
Ne’er relieved by earnest prayer.
Your chained and weighted pensive guilt,
Is naught to my own hell,
But yours is bound in silence,
Since you can never tell.
Beneath the oaken branches,
Is the grave of that little child,
Who fell from grace so violently,
And never wept nor smiled.
So your heart remains an empty chamber,
Where my hatred will reside,
And evermore I will punish you,
For what you have always denied.
What once shone bright and golden,
Is dulled and tarnished deep,
And the memory of your failings,
Will steal away your sleep.
I blamed her then so I blame you now,
It all must wither and turn bad,
Since I have no hope but to see you
As the parent I never had.
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Do you eat, sleep, do you breathe me anymore?
Do you sleep, do you count sheep anymore?
Do you sleep anymore?
Do you take plight on my tongue like lead?
Do you fall gracefully into bed anymore?
I saw you as you walked across my room
You looked out the window, you looked at the moon
And you sat on the corner of my bed
And you smoked with the ghost in the back of my head
Now I don’t know, and I don’t care if I ever will see you again
I don’t know and I don’t care if I ever will be there
Do you eat, sleep, do you breathe me anymore?
Do you sleep, do you keep me anymore?
You kick my foot under the table, I kick you back
I can’t say I’m able to stand for you or fall for you ever again
Wish for a perfect setting
Wishing that I am letting you take me where you want me all over again?
You can’t give yourself, absolutely to someone else
And I don’t know, and I don’t care if I ever will see you again
I don’t know, and I don’t care if I ever will be there
I saw you as you walked across my room
You looked out the window, you looked at the moon
And you sat on the corner of my bed
And you smoked with the ghost in the back of my head
Do you eat, sleep, do you breathe me anymore?
Do you sleep, do you count sheep anymore?
Do you sleep anymore?
I don’t know, and I don’t care if I ever will be there
Will be there
– Lisa Loeb
I love this image (link below) – looking at it laterally, I can see the moon as the face, the tree as a body, with arms outstretched as if in a ‘boo!’ stance…..I like it 🙂
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It is a really well written prose, HG. I love it, thank you for sharing it 🙂
Haunts me every time I hear ( read ) it.
Just like that, all those happy feelings from earlier in the day are gone!
Your ability to understand our pain is confusing to me. You explain it as if you’ve felt it first hand.
He repeats to us what he has heard from others like us, many and over many years. He knows us very well because of this. This is why it sounds so like us, but he can not feel it.
He cannot feel it as we do. He does have feelings though, of course.
Correct. I am pleased you have paid attention
Thank you HG, a little fuel for you, this actually made me cry a bit. It is a very meaningful affirmation.
My heart cries.
B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L
I read the 4th and 3rd lines from the bottom a dozen times. He reminded me of “my N”… 🙁
Wow. That hit home.
Oh wow, I just listened to this, and read again, there’s a lot more going on here than I first saw. Sad beyond words.
Very, very sad! 😔